Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.